doll; trixya

two

"Hey, Tracy! Get your ass over here!" Katya turned her head over to a group of girls standing by a row of lockers. "Tracy? Who the hell is that?" Trixie chuckled and looked over at the girls, walking over with Katya following behind her. "That would be me, I'm Tracy." oh?, Katya thought. She took a good look at the girls in front of her a decided that Trixie and her friends were definitely an interesting bunch.

"Trixie, who's this?" A short girl with black pigtails asked. Trixie smiled and gestured to Katya, "girls, this is Katya. Katya, this is Dela, Kameron, Adore, and Kim." They all chatted for a bit, cracking jokes with Katya while Trixie smiled at her, happy the dark haired girl was getting along with her friends.

Trixie didn't want to admit it, especially because it was so silly, but she was already fond of Katya, like, really fond of Katya. She knows it's stupid of her to fall for a girl she's only known for two hours, but at the same time she felt like it wasn't stupid at all. Who wouldn't fall for her? Katya is gorgeous. Her petite but toned frame was beautiful, and her eyes and smile were the most amazing things she has ever seen..

Katya also gave her a chance, which was a very rare thing. Trixie was the most stereotypical nerd; good grades, 'dorky' clothes, very little friends.. You get it. Well, she had friends. Quite a few, actually. She used to be best friends with the mean girls of the school, Violet Chachki and Pearl Liaison. That was at least until they outed her as a 'dyke.' Everyone forgot about Trixie Mattel the 'boy magnet' after that. People ignored her, called her names, threatened her if she was even within a three foot range of a girl. So she resorted to being friends with the one thing she loved the most, math, and that is how she went from 'boy magnet' to 'dyke-nerd.'

"Trixie, are you okay?" Katya asked, looking over at her with concern. Trixie quickly realized that she had spaced out and shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She replaced the frown on her face with a smile and nodded, "Yeah, i'm fine. Let's hurry up and get to lunch before all of the good seats are gone." Trixie grabbed Katya's hand, which was warm and soft, and led her to the cafeteria.

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Trixie and Katya were sat in the corner of the cafeteria with Dela and Kim, thankful that lunch time had finally arrived. Nothing was better than having 30 minutes to just do absolutely nothing. The girls were having a conversation about how much plastic surgery they thought Alaska, one of their friends a grade below them, had probably gotten over the summer until the wicked bitches of the west came over.

"Hey, dykes. These are our seats, so kindly fucking move." Violet said, her voice laced with malice. "Violet, leave us the hell alone." Trixie rested her forehead in her palm, shaking her head. Violet looked over at the pink haired girl, smirking. "Well, well, if it isn't the queen of dykes herself." Katya looked at Violet and Pearl, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Dykes? She thought.

"That's a pretty dress, it would be terrible if something happened to it.. Oops." Violet said as Pearl took Trixie's lunch and dumped it onto her lap, staining her dress. Trixie just sat there and looked at them with tears threatening to spill out of her eyes while the rest of the girls looked ready to fight, especially Katya. Who the  fuck were these girls?

The two walked away before the girls could actually do anything and turned their attention back to Trixie, who was sitting in silence with tears flowing down her face. "Let's go guys." She said in barely a whisper, scraping her lunch off of her dress and back into its container and throwing it in the trash. Katya quickly ran up to her, grabbing her hand.

"Are you okay, kukla?" Trixie just shook her head, squeezing Katya's hand. "I just wanna go home." She picked up her backpack, letting go of Katya's hand and walking out of the cafeteria, leaving the girls behind. Katya turned around, facing Dela and Kim, "What the fuck just happened?" Dela sighed and proceeded to tell Katya the whole story from start to finish. By the end her blood was boiling and she wanted nothing more than to find Trixie and hug her, letting her know that everything was okay.

Katya was once in a similar situation, it turns out some friends just aren't trust worthy and 'gay' and 'slut' were written on her locker in permanent marker. That's when her mother ultimately decided to move to America from Russia, to give her daughter a fresh start. She knows how Trixie feels, and it sucks. It sucks to feel so small in a big world, afraid to walk down a hallway and be called names. But Katya was going to make sure that didn't happen anymore, even if it killed her.
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i hope you enjoyed this chapter and a little bit of background history for trixie and katya :) i have a bit planned for this book, and i have an idea for a new trixya book that i hope is original. more will be coming soon and thanks for reading.